
Traffic
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Category : Poems
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As the pin fallsSearching for the groundMy life stopsAs my heart begins to poundEverything changesIn a single beatThen the rhythm of life ragesWith the patterns of the streetRed , yellow , and greenThe days will continue onStop, yield, construction aheadThe path goes on and onWarning lights and oversized vehicles aboundAs flights of fancy can’t seem to get clearance for the groundThe height of my cargo is in questionI am Pulled over at the checkpoint to receive another inspectionCan I pass once again or simply receive rejection ?I suppose at this point it’s a matter of natural selection .